When you got home from work, you just lay on your bed,
Went through your papers - some things don't make sense.
Gotta be solid to hold sway, unsoldered to win the day,
You're a soldier it's okay, tell yourself it's okay,
Spinning straw into gold,
Straw into gold.
Well the maritime pines, four sails on the horizon,
The closing-down place I almost bought the mandolin,
Voluminous squid and the knife-wielding fishermen,
Stationary shop, mandarin trees laden,
Spinning straw into gold,
Straw into gold.
'That's rich coming from you', he said,
'you're impossible!'
In his long oil-skin coat,
I said 'you're no picnic neither',
No, you're no picnic neither.
But the din here is loudening, and I don't believe it -
The banks have all broken - we've got to cash all our chips in.
Freddy gave us his advice,
Slinging spirits, two cubes of ice.
He says we're lumps of mola**es,
Singing out our a**es,
Spinning straw into gold,
Straw into gold.
And I've got all I need,
Wild animals got you.
There's nothing more I'd like
Than to have you in the room.
But the din here is loudening, and I don't believe it –
Strings behind everything, and it's just a matter of learning…
Spinning straw into gold,
Straw into gold.